Everyone has their own point of reference when it comes to thinking of London, UK. The queen. The Sex Pistols and the punk scene. Crumpets and cream teas. The Union Jack. Who knows, name it. London definitely lives in everyone’s imagination, and for so many different reasons. I’m personally a big fan! The vegan scene is popping, the streets are gorgeous, and the UK has felt like my second home for years. And so, if you haven’t visited London, can you even call yourself a traveller? I’m kidding.
One year ago today, on January 1st 2014 at 8am, we locked the door of our flat in Montreal for the last time, leaving behind an empty shell of what was our life of the previous seven years, and dropped the key through the mail slot. As it resonated loudly in the dark empty box, I felt an excitingly familiar feeling in my stomach: we were homeless, the unknown awaited us. It was amazing to ring in the New Year in such a drastic, life changing, exciting way, and the feeling hasn’t left me since.
We had a wonderfully relaxing two weeks in England catching up with friends and family. A bit of a holiday from the holiday really! We spent the first four days at a couple of friends’ flat in North London who were gracious enough to let us use their sofa bed. We (and by “we” I mostly mean Richard…) paid them back by cooking them some food at night and taking them out to Wagamama on our last night. I have to say that I could very much see ourselves returning to the UK and living in London in a near future and it was great experiencing life there from an apartment rather than a hotel room. Thanks Tara and Will! We love you!